When the Necromancer returned to the Psalm Castle with the seriously injured Roland, his reappearance not only brought fear, but also surprised Shadlar, the priest of the Church of Light.

Roland, who was not afraid of even the Holy Light, was seriously injured to the point where he could not recover.

The most powerful thing about the Undead Knight is that he will repair his damaged body itself, but now, the obvious tear on his body and the constantly decaying body have repeatedly shown that if he doesn't deal with it quickly, she will soon disappear from this world forever.

"Come here."

As soon as I was distracted, I found that the undead king, who made people feel trembling when watching from a distance, pointed at him.

Holding the fear in his heart approached, Shadlar had already given a new instruction before he spoke.

"Use the earth's forgiveness to heal her."

"What! This, this..." Shadlar, as the priest of life, could not hide his incompetence.

That is a powerful resurrection technique that uses the power of life accumulated in the earth to be the source of healing.

Not to mention whether the elves on the earth are willing, no "person" in this world can withstand the side effects of this strongest resurrection technique.

The power that is not consistent with the body will cause collapse. Does the Necromancer King not understand that only those higher lives can accept this powerful spell.

At the expense of the goblins as the cost of healing... Since the Great Dark War four thousand years ago, this legendary light spell has been permanently banned.

It is not that the spells are lost or that no one can cast them, but that the elemental elves are gradually violent and they are no longer willing to help humans as before.

Although Shadlar was the chief priest, he had never used this spell. Although he had learned it.

"Humans, just focus on exercising, you don't have to worry about anything else."

The king's urging made Shadlar have to pluck the courage to cast a spell on Earth Roland that he had never thought he would use in his entire life - Forgiveness of the Earth.

"The elves of the earth, in the name of the prayer of light, I ask you for abundant blessings and treatment." The brief prayer ended soon, and this spell composed of ancient languages ​​drew a complex summoning array on the solid ground.

But the result was as Shadlar himself expected, and his prayers did not receive a response from the elves of the earth.

Now that the power of the elves has declined, the elves of the earth will no longer respond to human prayers.

"Now humans do not even have the ability to summon elves, and they are indeed wasteful." Seeing that Shadlar's spell was about to fail, the King of Necromancer gently waved his arm, and a beam of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye was injected into the summoning array. The already dim magic pattern immediately rose into the dazzling light.

Shadlar widened his eyes and noticed that the elemental fluctuations began to appear in the prayer barrier he had cast. He could not believe the facts he saw with his own eyes.

The green elf slowly showed its outline, and its posture was no different from that of an ordinary elf. But the aura wrapped around the body showed that this earth elf was not an ordinary elemental elf.

"Lumian of the Earth, respond to your summons." Respectfully kneeled in front of the dead spirit with the aura of death, the summoned elves responded to its summoner in ancient language.

Compared to the confused lord, Batuya is absolutely sensible.

The power of this land covering the entire Psalm Castle is extraordinary. It is not an ordinary element. It is a super high concentrated elves' power, the elemental power that only the superior elves possess.

As for Shadlar, he opened his mouth and looked at the strange scene in front of him silly.

The Earth Elf King, one of the four elements... Who is this undead named Rafa?

Even the Elemental Elf King appeared after obeying his summons.

Even the goddess of light, Tillian, in order to destroy the truce agreement between the Light and Dark camps after the Great Darkness, did not hesitate to personally destroy the armistice agreement between the Light and Dark camps after the Great Darkness, and descended to the upper realm in a combat posture...what is he?

"Healing her, Lumian, whatever method."

Looking at the human woman in the king's hands, the Earth Elf King's eyes were not only shocked, but also a flash of relief.

"Your wish is mine, the God of Creation who gives life."

As soon as the earth elves finished speaking, the milky white halo immediately emerged from the hands of the Master of the Light. Feeling the powerful healing power in his hands, Shadlar slowly moved his palm to the rapidly corrupting body.

Miracle……

Shadlar was constantly amazed.

Not only was the wound healing slowly, but even the unknown external force that caused Roland's body to corrupt was dissipated.

As the treatment deepened, a strong emotional fluctuation was transmitted to Shadlar's heart through physical contact.

Want to go back...

I really want to go back.

What's this?

The feeling that comes from this body is...

The strong obsession drove the Grand Priest of Light to make a decision, and we must take this opportunity to take a good look at the heart of this general of the Underworld.

You can understand her past and discover the true identity of the king.

The gentle, unaware spiritual exploration was quietly displayed, and Roland's inner world began to be revealed before Shadlar one by one since no one was inquired.

*******,

The desert is like the desolate eastern continent, the dead sea of ​​sand, sad and lifeless.

After entering Roland's heart, Shadlar found himself in an endless white desert.

The sky was deep black, and the air was filled with a strong dead air that was suffocating. The huge bone dragon gliding past his head, wandering aimlessly, the wailing dead, the cold wind that whistled by... All the feelings were so real, Shadral was puzzled.

This is Roland's inner world?

How do you seem to enter another world?

No, I did use the mindful exploration, which is a spell that will never fail when the caster is unconscious or sleeping.

Could it be... this illusion is Roland's memory.

Because I was attracted by the strong emotions buried deep in her heart, what I saw was her past memories.

Before he could sort out his mind, a huge hole suddenly broke into the dim sky, and the light from the above-ground realm has penetrated recently, causing a stir among the dead.

"That's..." Squinted. Seeing objects falling from cracks in space, Shadlar quickly confirmed that it was a human, a living person.

Hundreds of knights in armor were frightened to find themselves surrounded by the undead, and they pulled out their weapons to resist, but the number gap quickly achieved an overwhelming victory.

Screams, curses, and wails everywhere. Looking at the human knight devoured by the undead, Shadlar subconsciously waved his hands and chanted the holy light technique to disperse the undead. Seeing the undead still continue to enjoy their rare food. Only then did he realize that he was just peeking at other people's memories, this was a longing that existed in the mind and deep in his heart, rather than a real reality.

*******

"Go away, don't come over!!"

A familiar voice attracted Shadlar's attention. He turned around and saw that not far away, a girl in light armor kept waving the long sword in her hand to try to intimidate the undead who kept approaching her.

Roland...

That pair of black looks and that face is not wrong, it is indeed her past memory.

This is the "Day of Sacrifice" in history. The sacrifice that led to the destruction of the Magic Empire. In exchange for the Hero Knights, King Manning did not get the territory he imagined, but instead ruined himself and the entire kingdom.

That posture is indeed human... In other words, Roland has not met her master, the necromancer.

Great, I can finally know his true identity.

Shadlar's excitement was not over yet, and Roland was on the verge of the most dangerous situation.

Countless undead forced her to an area with huge dragon bones. Unlike other places, the black gravel here exuded a stronger death.

"The place of burying bones..."

The undead whispered, as if they were afraid of this strange land and did not move forward.

"Huhu..." The girl gasped for difficulty, covering her chest.

Looking up at the space passage that had gradually closed, she was both sad and angry and helpless. She had already realized that this was a world without air to breathe.

The air that poured into the space channel was disappearing little by little,

"Cough... Damn, I just died like this. Rahode, I haven't... I'm going to die in such a place before avenging everyone in the Knights... I haven't found a way to go back yet... I'm so unwilling to accept it..." My throat seemed to be burned by fire, and my lungs were pinched hard, so uncomfortable... Is this the feeling of suffocation?

He could no longer hold on. While the sword fell off his hands, the two black girls knelt on the ground.

Seeing her fall to the ground, the undead who had already been concerned could no longer bear the temptation of this living flesh and blood and life, and they all walked into the forbidden area that they had avoided in the past.

"I don't want to die... I haven't avenged everyone yet, and I haven't returned home yet..." Feeling that my body was being bitten by countless undead, the girl was powerless to resist anymore, leaving only the lingering resentment in her heart.

Thinking of those curses that she had heard of, she had always been kind and could not help but hate those who had harmed herself to such a level; "God of Darkness, no matter who it is, as long as I can revenge, even if I destroy my soul, I will do whatever I can. God of Darkness, curse Rahode, this damn traitor..."

"Hmph... This is the underworld, the eternal place of death. Your prayers cannot be conveyed to the gods you seek." A cold smile spread in the air, with ridicule and arrogance; "It's really rare. You can actually see living life in this underworld that is exiled by the gods."

"Who..." Consciousness has begun to detach from the body, and it is impossible to tell where the sound comes from.

The girl wanted to struggle to get up and find the location of the speaker, but helplessly, the undead didn't give her any chance. Her muscles were torn off and the pain of gnawing covered up all perceptions.

"Double Black... are the descendants of Haas and Sisia? It seems that Jessia's prophecy is indeed true. The Son of God... Just for this, they even seal my flesh. God, ignorant and ignorant. Even God will eventually die, even me, let alone them, why can't see through it and insist on the worship of nothingness."

"I don't understand what you said... It hurts... Can you please trouble you? Let me die quickly. It's too painful to be eaten alive." Unable to see the speaker, the girl could not bear the long torture and just wanted to end it as soon as possible.

"Don't you want to die? Don't you want to take revenge?"

"I think, but I don't have the strength. Rahode is the king. It is absolutely impossible for me to do so... Although I am unwilling to accept it, I know that revenge is just an unrealistic dream I have made, but that unreliable resentment."

"What if...what if it's possible? What if you have the ability to take revenge?"

"Alas?" She felt the voice gradually approaching, and the words were almost unheard. The girl who was on the verge of death listened with her last consciousness.

Shadlar, who was watching from afar, had to get close. He could only hear the sound, but could not see half a figure, as if the speaker was just a projection in nothingness.

"If. I have the ability and the opportunity to avenge you?"
To be continued...